I’ve seen a lot of abs in my day. Guys who are super cut, extremely fit, with tight abdominals that show muscles I didn’t know existed.
For some really crazy reason, I seem to attract a lot of guys in LA who are in tip top shape -personal trainers, actors, models, etc. And all this, despite the fact that my time spent in the gym is less than a fish spends on land, but hey, they’re not complaining.
I’ve even dated a celebrity personal trainer for about 8 months and we never worked out together ONCE. He was fine with that and totally into me.
While you have to be attracted to each other, and it’s important to live a healthy lifestyle, newsflash, ladies: curves, confidence and a sense of humor are IN. 🙂
Which brings us to Mr. Surgeon.
First of all, I find it interesting that I’ve now met several men in the healthcare field recently. The Doc, a home care nurse (two dates in now…blog coming perhaps), and now a surgeon. Strange? Hmm. Maybe.
Regardless, I must let you know about Mr. Surgeon, a new prospect I met this week on OkCupid. Here’s why he’s blog-worthy.
If you’ve any experience with online dating, you know that it’s a crap shoot. There are literally millions of singles online. A good handful of those aren’t real, and the vast majority of them are at least PARTLY fictional. People tend to lie and/or stretch the truth about their age, height, weight, career, hobbies (would everyone stop tying to pose as a world traveler? Please, Jacque Cousteau, you really don’t travel that much.)
So when I see a profile that has outrageous claims, immaculate pics and a lengthy description filled out for each section of his profile that’s also 99% free of any grammar or writing errors, too?!?!?!, I immediately put up skeptical antennas.
So I come across Mr. Ab-City Surgeon recently, who earned this name due to one of his pics in a Halloween costume. He’s wearing a bow-tie and cuffs, sunglasses, pants and Calvin Klein underwear, which I can see the tops of because he WASN’T WEARING A SHIRT!
He was, however, wearing his abs, and the definition was pretty ridiculous. No shirt needed.
It immediately reminded me I had to do laundry.
Now, again, I’ve seen plenty of washboards in my day, but this guy was also donning a big, bright smile. My weakness. I LOVE happy people.
I further flip through his pics and see him (with clothes) in scenes at the beach (ok, well, he did have his shirt off there, too), a few with his gorgeous chocolate labrador, one flexing on some rocks by the ocean (hello, biceps, too), and one of my favorites – him scaling a glacier. Sure, why not.
But that was all just icing on the cake, really.
I skip to read his thoroughly well-thought-out profile and it only gets better.
He’s a surgeon.
And a personal trainer.
And a volunteer.
And wants to start a business.
And a Christian.
And…totally cute, and funny, and charming, and HAS TO BE FAKE.
I mean, come ON!
I’m so intrigued and fascinated that I decide to send him a message.
Typically, I will view a profile and see if the guy checks me out in return (they’re notified). And if he does, I let him decide to send me a note or not.
However, there are the rare few who inspire me to write something clever and witty, in hopes of sparking a conversation.
That’s it. Mr. Ab-City Surgeon was getting a message.
Here’s exactly what I wrote him:
“(insert his name he left in his profile)…
Your profile can’t be real….lol!
I’ve seen a lot of online dating profiles and yours is pretty outstanding. It started with your adorable dog, then the Instagram pics that’d make most pro photogs jealous, then the line of “…Although I love doing surgeries…”, followed by the abs and bowtie, glacier climbing and “Christianity and very serious about it.”
I mean, really? You’re a total catch! If you’re trying to destroy that already high bar of expectations women have in LA, you did it with flying colors. Very nicely done, sir.🙂
Please tell me you’re single because your awesome life simply doesn’t allow you time to find an awesome woman counterpart (which is prob why you’re here on OKC). THAT I would believe.
Regardless, it’d be great to get to know you if you’re interested.
Cheers and best of luck in your search!”
And off I sent it. Into the ethers of OkCupid and the Internet to see if the man would:
A.) look at my profile, and
I gave it a 20% chance that he’d respond. I know this “type.” He hadn’t been online in a few days, so I knew he wasn’t active.
I was so impressed by this dude that I posted about it on Facebook. (Hello to my friends who I’m connected with there and saw that post!) I asked them when they thought he’d respond.
And one of my girlfriends predicted three days…and wouldn’t ya know it? THREE DAY LATER, he responds to my message!
I about lost my mind when I saw the blue, blinking notification come across my phone. “New Message” on OkCupid from (insert his profile name).
After I got done flipping my s*** for a good two minutes, screaming and freaking out, I regained composure and checked his message.
Much to my surprise, not only did he respond, but it was the beginnings of a legit conversation!
“LOL! You’re too funny, (insert my name here)…and yes, my profile is very real🙂
I actually joined okc a few years ago after a friend of mine encouraged me to, then I got tired of it so I took a break from it for a while. My work/projects have definitely contributed to my single status but mostly I just haven’t quite crossed paths with the “right one” yet. I’d be lying though if I said that I didn’t appreciate having my “Single” card. Ha! How long have you been in LA?
And there ya have it.
I responded accordingly, stating that I was glad to know I made him laugh….and that he’s the real deal. I replied with a few other questions and sent it off.
So now we wait, some more.
Either he’ll never respond again, he’ll respond with a few more questions and eventually want my number to talk and/or meet up, or we’ll get married.
Statistics say it’ll land somewhere in the middle and I’m going in with zero expectations, as I do with every new introduction I make.
I’ll be sure to keep you posted on this one.
That’d be hilarious if he was a heart surgeon.
The shenanigans continue…